I stifle a sob as i reread my pregnancy test over and over again, disbelief written all over my face. How was I suppose to explain this to anyone? How was I suppose to explain this to him? I hear a knock and as his voice gently assures me I could tell him anything my mind was set on leaving. I open the door and hug him a final time without his knowledge, strong arms comforting me. And I leave with a suitcase and a baby in me, ready for anything. What I was not ready for was facing him years later.